That was unexpected
Sep. 23rd, 2017 10:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cornerofmadnessIt's been a weird but ultimately productive day. I started the cleaning - make my test - edited my story pilgrimage that's taking the place of me going and having fun.
1. Test got done. Huzzah. I think it's pretty fair.
2. The short story was BLANK. Thank god someone was on the editorial end and resent it. It's done and back to them already.
3. Katimac called to see if I wanted to make good on my whine about wanting to see It with friends as horror is better in groups. I appreciate it but points to the opening sentence. Up to my eyeballs in work.
4. The cleaning was...strange. I got more books in another container. I need to see if I can get the plastic totes into a plastic garbage bag. There are so many mice in my storage that the boxes end up covered in mouse shit. Then I dragged out this storage container that's been in my computer room for 13 years. It's designed to hold file folders etc in an office. It's ugly by handy. But it's also filled with SHIT. I dragged it out to the living room so I could watch the Star Trek marathon and sort it into recyclables, Good Will, keep and organize and trash bin piles.
Kanda was NOT amused by this giant mess. I was unamused to find two bag fulls of notes from year 1 of teaching (i.e. 13 years ago) some for classes I no longer even teach. I THINK I might have been keeping it as scrap paper but it was so dusty and I have SO MUCH scrap paper that it's going to be recycled. I found photos. I found handwritten bits of story that I kept just to see what it is. I found printed out fan fic and story editing for friends, a full copy of a novel printed out.
And then I found a blue velvet journal with a silver unicorn on it. I thought it was empty, something a friend had given to me. It was full. It's the journal from my first year in college. That has been set aside to be read. It's time to be reacquainted with 18 year old me. Hold me, I'm scared.
In spite of me wearing gloves and a mask my face is covered in massive hives from my allergies.
My rainbow snippet is teaching people about foxes. cool.
As I said I've been watching ST most of the day. One summer I need to sit down and watch it all because since BBCAmerica has brought it back, I've noticed something. In the first year, year and a half, Uhura, Sulu and Yeoman Rand, had more to do. The alternative Factor is on and there's an African female science/engineering officer. And I noticed in later episodes, Uhura and Sulu are welded to their bridge chairs and aren't seen as much. I know what happened to Rand (sexual harrassment) but what changed? Is it as benign as the writers deciding to concentrate on the big three or more malignant with the censors and producers demanding minorities and women having less to do? I know that WAS an issue.
I injected trulicity for the first time, a diabetic med that is made of gila monster spit but only injected once a week (and it's a fairly hefty dose). I've had issues with the earlier drug in this class (byetta) wish me luck.
1. Test got done. Huzzah. I think it's pretty fair.
2. The short story was BLANK. Thank god someone was on the editorial end and resent it. It's done and back to them already.
3. Katimac called to see if I wanted to make good on my whine about wanting to see It with friends as horror is better in groups. I appreciate it but points to the opening sentence. Up to my eyeballs in work.
4. The cleaning was...strange. I got more books in another container. I need to see if I can get the plastic totes into a plastic garbage bag. There are so many mice in my storage that the boxes end up covered in mouse shit. Then I dragged out this storage container that's been in my computer room for 13 years. It's designed to hold file folders etc in an office. It's ugly by handy. But it's also filled with SHIT. I dragged it out to the living room so I could watch the Star Trek marathon and sort it into recyclables, Good Will, keep and organize and trash bin piles.
Kanda was NOT amused by this giant mess. I was unamused to find two bag fulls of notes from year 1 of teaching (i.e. 13 years ago) some for classes I no longer even teach. I THINK I might have been keeping it as scrap paper but it was so dusty and I have SO MUCH scrap paper that it's going to be recycled. I found photos. I found handwritten bits of story that I kept just to see what it is. I found printed out fan fic and story editing for friends, a full copy of a novel printed out.
And then I found a blue velvet journal with a silver unicorn on it. I thought it was empty, something a friend had given to me. It was full. It's the journal from my first year in college. That has been set aside to be read. It's time to be reacquainted with 18 year old me. Hold me, I'm scared.
In spite of me wearing gloves and a mask my face is covered in massive hives from my allergies.
My rainbow snippet is teaching people about foxes. cool.
As I said I've been watching ST most of the day. One summer I need to sit down and watch it all because since BBCAmerica has brought it back, I've noticed something. In the first year, year and a half, Uhura, Sulu and Yeoman Rand, had more to do. The alternative Factor is on and there's an African female science/engineering officer. And I noticed in later episodes, Uhura and Sulu are welded to their bridge chairs and aren't seen as much. I know what happened to Rand (sexual harrassment) but what changed? Is it as benign as the writers deciding to concentrate on the big three or more malignant with the censors and producers demanding minorities and women having less to do? I know that WAS an issue.
I injected trulicity for the first time, a diabetic med that is made of gila monster spit but only injected once a week (and it's a fairly hefty dose). I've had issues with the earlier drug in this class (byetta) wish me luck.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}